Top 43 Quotes About The Lute
#1. Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm and not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.
Ding Ling
#2. And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
Kahlil Gibran
#3. Musicians had been assholes since the day the lute was invented.
Nick Hornby
#4. Now go. An actor should know when to leave the stage, a poet when the lay is finished, and a bard when it is time to put aside the lute.
Raymond E. Feist
#5. Leisure was the sine qua non of the full Renaissance. The feudal nobility, having lost its martial function, sought diversion all over Europe in cultivated pastimes: sonneteering, the lute, games and acrostics, travel, gentlemanly studies and sports, hunting and hawking, treated as arts.
Mary McCarthy
#6. May, queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers.
Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow
#7. When you are accompanied by the instrument - on an instrument like the lute-the lute and voice - you have this sound, and you feel how the music can be so touching and yet so simple.
Cecilia Bartoli
#8. Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
#9. It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#11. The elf nodded. From her saddlebow, she took a lute, a marvelous instrument of light, tastefully inlaid wood with a slender, engraved neck. Without a word, she handed the lute to Dandilion. The poet accepted the instrument and smiled. Also without a word, but his eyes said a great deal. "Farewell,
Andrzej Sapkowski
#12. It does seem about the time to learn a musical instrument. He flourished his new prize, a little stringed instrument that looked like a cousin of the lute that the lute was embarrassed to be related to.
Cassandra Clare
#13. The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.
Margaret George
#14. With a clear sky, a bright sun, and a gentle breeze, you will have friends in plenty; but let fortune frown, and the firmament be overcast, and then your friends will prove like the strings of the lute, of which you will tighten ten before you find one that will bear the stretch and keep the pitch.
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
#15. You say some Greek philosophers could dazzle their audiences
with their riddles? That does not interest me at all. Bring
more wine instead and play your lute; your changes in tones
remind me of the wind that rushes past and disappears,
just like us.
Omar Khayyam
#16. I never learned how to tune a harp, or play upon a lute; but I know how to raise a small and obscure city to glory and greatness ... whereto all kindreds of the earth will pilgrim.
Themistocles
#17. Sometimes, I wish we were all amateurs again. I'd play for nothing. Ab-so-lute-ly free. But that's not the system.
Dan Marino
#18. Come beloved, and sit at the gate of Nothingness, God will bring you bread without the taste of bread, Sweetness without the honey or the bee, And when the future and past are dissolved There will only be you, lying senseless like a lute On the breast of God. - Rumi
Ian Gawler
#19. The days that stick in my mind are not the ones when I had the answers, but the ones when I didn't.
Susan Lute
#20. As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
Kahlil Gibran
#21. May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
William Butler Yeats
#22. Perfection can be overdone; a rift in a lute relieves melodious monotony, and when discords cease to amuse, one can always have the instrument mended or buy a banjo.
Robert W. Chambers
#23. Who can undo
What time hath done? Who can win back the wind?
Reckon lost music from a broken lute?
Renew the redness of a last year's rose?
Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?
Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl Of Lytton
#24. We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
Rumi
#25. I don't try to make the guitar sound like the harpsichord or lute. That makes you end up being like a bad copy.
David Russell
#26. In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
Alexander Pope
#27. He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.
Margaret Atwood
#28. As in no other form of lute or combat, the conditions are such; the winner takes nothing, neither his ease, nor his pleasure, nor any notion of glory, nor if he wins far enough, will he find anything within himself.
Ernest Hemingway,
#29. There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.
Joanne Harris
#30. I thought of myself as an itinerant brain
the equivalent of a strolling player of Elizabethan times, or else a troubadour, clutching my university degree like a cheap lute.
Margaret Atwood
#31. The Maximilian of her memory ceased to exist next to the real man. The former was a simple penny-lute tune. In the flesh, Max was the King's Theater orchestra playing Haydn.
Wendy LaCapra
#32. [The princess] looks out and sees the humble musician with his lute. But unless the musician turns out to be a prince in disguise, this story cannot end well.
Hilary Mantel
#33. You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. The viol, in its strings, holds a concord. A shriveled petal can hold its scent, a prayer can rattle with curses; an empty house, when the owners have gone out, can still be loud with ghosts.
Hilary Mantel
#34. Better a dish of husks to the accompaniment of a muted lute than to be satiated with stewed shark's fin and rich spiced wine of which the cost is frequently mentioned by the provider.
Ernest Bramah
#35. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
William Shakespeare
#36. I'm also pretty impressive when I'm shoving the neck of a lute into someone's chest cavity.
Hank Green
#37. I ... flipped open the lid, thinking my lute might enjoy the feel of a little sun on its strings. If you aren't a musician, I don't expect you to understand.
Patrick Rothfuss
#38. The legends say that the god Mars was the parent of tears, foe to dance and lute.
Pierce Brown
#39. I sat still as stone with my fingers aching. I wanted to play, not listen. Want isn't strong enough a word. I was hungry for it, starved. I'm not proud of the fact that I thought about stealing his lute and leaving in the dark of the night.
Patrick Rothfuss
#40. He stood beside a cottage lone
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.
Thomas Kibble Hervey
#41. Golden arrow? And what would we do with a golden arrow? Give it to Alan for a lute string? I could hang it around my neck on a chain, perhaps, and let it stab me in the ribs when I tried to sit.
Robin McKinley
#42. I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.
Charles Lamb
#43. To go out in a gondola at night is to reconstruct in one's imagination the true Venice, the Venice of the past alive with romance, elopements, abductions, revenged passions, intrigues, adulteries, denouncements, unaccountable deaths, gambling, lute playing and singing.
Peggy Guggenheim
